In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

in and takes

shoved in his chest, way too

and that entails a number

opening the lid of

mouth drops open as I

wear a ring but it still takes

my ears playing tricks

as I glance at

by the way he pronounced

definitely isn't strong, almost as if one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time

Damien probably just went on vacation for a

type to go on vacations

his work and other activities to

beautiful.But I cant accept

I find myself saying.

is absolutely

I can tell that it's expensive, I

the other stones,that surround the main one- the band is either

have no clue except that

very attention

"Why not?"

he looks

heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're

to clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

my head, taking another step

my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the

turn to be confused as

"Protect me, from what?"

without making a few enemies,’ he says

I am not there to do so.So you have to wear this understand? At

serious then he usually is, if

it firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with

my face flushes at the

intimate gesture had this not been due to a

I even making sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent,

back as he

mine, I can't help but to move my hand

heavy as

Max has left, snaps

where we

walks

act more than as

if

desk, passing him I sit down on his

look

and so that makes me spin in